Blacker Lotus Quotes & Sayings

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died. — Megan Hart

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it. — Saint Teresa Of Avila

There is only one way this can end: with the kind of defeat that makes a people feel that their preachers have lied to them, their leaders have deserted them, that the world is against them and that God is dead. — Ken MacLeod

I could tell you more about reading and how it perked up our spirits while the Germans were here. — Mary Ann Shaffer

Broken china lasts longer than unbroken. — Jules Renard

For most of my writing life, I've refused to allow myself to believe that writing was a significant form of action. I always felt very uneasy about the fact that all I did was write in a situation as desperate as apartheid South Africa. Whether I was correct or not is a different issue. — Athol Fugard

I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas. — Nicki Minaj

He moves in, standing close without touching. He doesn't need to. I sometimes think our atoms are so glad to see each other that they send little messengers back and forth, ferrying desire, strength, and love between the islands we are. — Karen Marie Moning

Time is no one's friend
time has no social niceties and holds the door for nobody nowhere. But I hold the door for time, with my one good paw. — Catherynne M Valente

It turns out kids today still learn that four-chord progression when they're just picking up the guitar. — John Scofield

Thank God for what doesn't need healing. — Joan Z. Borysenko

Should I give the baby mouth to mouth?" George asked.
Simon froze. "No, don't do that. The baby is breathing. The baby's breathing, right?"
They all stood and stared at the little bundle. The baby waved his fist again. If the baby was moving, Simon thought, the baby must be breathing. He was not even going to think about zombie babies at this time.
"Should I get the baby a hot water bottle?" George said.
Simon took a deep breath. "George, don't lose your head," he said. "This baby is not blue because he is cold or because he cannot breathe. Mundane babies are not blue in this way. This baby is blue because he is a warlock, just like Catarina."
"Not just like Ms. Loss," Beatriz said in a high voice. "Ms. Loss is more of a sky blue, whereas this baby is more of a navy blue."
"You seem very knowledgeable," George decided. "You should hold the baby."
"No!" Beatriz squawked. — Cassandra Clare

Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside. — Tamora Pierce